If Jack didn't react obviously, Phryne didn't doubt that she'd had an effect. Jack had chosen the couch instead of a perch nearby. It was all the acknowledgment she required, and yet, it was very tempting to lay her legs over his lap. She did want the feel of his hands on her skin, so badly. But she did try to respect his rhythms as much as he respected hers.

She took the drink from his hand, but let her fingers linger on his wrist, stroking it softly. "I would never put you in the position of having to sit with another man I'd taken to my bed. I hope you know that."